I remember that I had friends! Those I was happy with, really happy! Yah. Even though they were friends [who lived] across the river, you go, truly, you go to your friend's placemaybe every week, on Sundays, when you've finished your work. . . . I remember that tintswalo [kindness] 1 that we did for each otherbecause whatever was eaten by one of us, if she, your fellow, if she is eating something, you will eat it too. Hoh! When she arrives [V shakes her head suddenly, remembering], you cook, you sit down, you sit quietly together. You eat. You sit in a row, you talk, you laugh! You talk abouthah!those things of the girls. The business of the men, we didn't care about those things! It was those things of the girls, only.